There's no way to reason with a fool.
Seeing that An Yuan'er had only brought Guo Guo and two young men with her, the men, taking advantage of their numbers, wanted to teach An Yuan'er a lesson.
The two of them followed closely behind An Yuan'er. As soon as these people made a move, the two of them would come out and beat the three who were talking to a pulp, making them beg for mercy.
An Yuan'er had never been so angry before. After the fight, An Yuan'er's face turned red, and she kicked the men to vent her anger.
"I'll kick you to death for your foul mouths. I'll kick you to death."
"If you dare to talk nonsense and spread rumors about others again, I'll beat you up."
An Yuan'er was like a cat with its fur standing on end, venting her dissatisfaction.
Yi Chenli finally proved to the world through winning the archery competition that even with a disability, he could still excel compared to others.
But now, because of this distorted opera, his image has been tarnished, and all his efforts have been in vain.
In An Yuan'er's opinion, these foul-mouthed men are the ugliest of all.
Even she had heard this opera, which shows how popular it had been for a long time. An Yuan'er was worried that Yi Chenli would be unhappy if he heard it.
She had no desire to continue shopping and rushed back to Chenyang Palace.
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When An Yuan'er returned, she saw Yi Chenli practicing with a long spear.
The spear is heavy; just picking it up is difficult. The most important things in spear handling are speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness.
Yi Chenli was already adept at using his wheelchair. In the blink of an eye, he executed a brilliant set of marksmanship, his movements swift and his gaze resolute, as if this were not a practice session but a real encounter with an enemy.
Sweat streamed down his forehead; even though he had practiced very well, it still wasn't enough. He had high standards for himself and wouldn't stop until he achieved perfection.
An Yuan'er knew that even if Yi Chenli was a genius, the effort he put in behind the scenes was many times greater than that of an ordinary person.
What right do those people have to slander him? An Yuan'er felt a sharp pain in her heart.
Yi Chen caught a glimpse of An Yuan'er out of the corner of his eye; she was standing beside him, lost in thought.
He handed the spear to Li Gui.
The sudden weight of the spear caused Li Gui to stumble and nearly fall. Fortunately, he managed to steady himself by holding onto the table.
This gun is so heavy, how come the master picked it up so easily?
"Roundy, come here!"
An Yuan'er kicked her toes and rushed into his arms, nuzzling her head against him.
She called softly, "Ah Li, Ah Li."
Yi Chenli stepped back: "I just finished practicing, I'm all sweaty and dirty. If you keep rubbing, you'll wipe all the sweat away."
An Yuan'er rubbed against her twice more: "I don't mind."
Yi Chenli is sensitive, and the little girl is usually clingy, but she wouldn't be this clingy.
He tentatively asked, "Where did you go today? What did you eat? Why are you back so early?"
An Yuan'er loves going out of the palace to play, and she's reluctant to come back until the palace gates are about to close. Today is quite unusual; she came back without bringing many snacks from outside the palace to distribute to everyone.
An Yuan'er said dejectedly, "I went to see a play. The food there was awful, I'll never go again."
"Listen to opera?" Yi Chenli had a good idea.
"You heard about that play." Although it was a question, Yi Chenli used a tone of certainty.
An Yuan'er nodded.
She said urgently, "Don't listen to the nonsense in the play. Not all disabled people are twisted. At least I know that you, Ali, are not like that."
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